The nature of Kisara's relationship to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon is difficult for me to pin down, but I think the important thing to remember is to not think about it too hard. I can't tell where Kisara ands and the dragon starts, and nobody else can, either.
That, I think, covers it well enough.
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Sometimes, in her dreams, Kisara could fly.
It was less like floating in the sky and watching the earth roll by below her, the way other people sometimes described flying in dreams. It always felt like she was communing with the dragon in her blood, finally able to spread her wings wide. She always had the feeling that, even though she knew her conscious self was sleeping, she was actively, physically flying in the Barrier.
There were two halves to her, and while one slept, the other woke.
One night, while she soared through the clouds and wove her way through high peaks, she could hear the dragon speaking to her. Kisara didn't hear at first, couldn't work out what the dragon was saying past the wind thundering in her ears, but she could sense the dragon's intent. She bent her concentration inward, forcing herself to strengthen the connection to her body (bodies) even as the dreamscape around her tried to render her too distant and ephemeral to listen.
. . . great care, the dragon was saying.
"I am sorry," Kisara whispered. "I cannot hear you. Please. Speak to me."
You must take great care, said the dragon, slowly and deliberately. There are deep shadows closing in round you.
"What should I do?" Kisara asked; she had long since learned not to bother asking for too much when the dragon warned her about something; there was only so much that anyone could learn about the living world from within the confines of the Barrier, and even if the dragon wanted to be clearer and more concise, it was unlikely for her to be able to. "How close are these shadows?"
You will know them when you feel their chill, child. Stay guarded and keep your blood close to your breast. You will wonder if you are being manipulated, cast into paranoia. Know that this is false. Your instincts are sharp. Trust in them.
"My blood," Kisara repeated. "You mean my family. My family is in danger. What do you know?"
You have been awakened to my presence, child, and communed with me. We are now one flesh. The forces of Chaos know this well, and they will choose to make a target of you for fear of me. They will close in, like pincers, and will seek to unmake you. Stay close to our chosen. He knows well how to navigate such storms. Trust in him, as you have learned to trust in me.
"I will," Kisara said. "Of course, I will."
You are strong, child. You will prevail. But you must trust in yourself and your fellows. You must see through false visions. You must understand where loyalty will serve you and where it will sabotage you. You will wonder, when you wake, whether my words to you are true or if they are the very falsehood that I now warn you against. I can say only this: trust in our chosen. You are strongest at his side; he is strongest at yours.
"I understand," Kisara said, grimacing at the sudden tightness in her chest. She wanted nothing more than to impress upon the dragon that she was ready for this challenge. She would prevail and prove herself worthy of the dragon's faith.
Her body tucked in close, wings folding in, and she dove from the sky toward the ground like a missile.